“How was the ride?” he asks, green eyes sparking with interest. “Fine,” I respond, my voice hoarse. He lets out an amused huff and brings his face close to mine. “Just fine? I don’t like that answer.” I roll my eyes at his words. “You drive too fast. Maybe someone else here can take me on a ride whilst you race. Then I’ll let you know how much I enjoy riding a bike without a maniac in control.” I let out a laugh to let him know that I’m joking. He pauses, hand gripping his helmet so tight that I think it’ll crack. “Don’t mention getting on another man’s bike in front of me, Violet. You ride
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